Placing my head on your shoulder, I heard your heartbeats. Like for the
first time.
It plugged out the noise outside.
I lay still listening to the beat of your
heart. Our Heart.
In that moment, if you were to tell me tales of loves lost,
I would have drowned your voice in the stirrings of the heart. Our Heart.
Trying to rise and write a note or two, you held me closer.
My words lost their rhythm, when compared to the beat of the heart. Our
Heart.
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